Ho, ho, ho! I could have sworn I heard Santa coming down the chimney. Oh, but wait… We clearly don't have a chimney. Well, that's no big deal the lights from the Christmas tree will lighten up the house & we can leave the door open for Santa tonight. Hold up… WHERE'S OUR TREE???!!! Have we been robbed! Is this a joke? We stay in the freaking suburbs for heavens sake! That's when those eyes gazed at me and said, "Clearly we celebrate Kwanzaa."
If looks could kill, sadly I'd make channel 9 news for a homicide. Now, I recognize Santa is a fictitious man made up by a man, I know Jesus birthday didn't occur anywhere near December, I've read in the bible the bad representations of trees, but come on! It's freaking CHRISTMAS! So what you're telling me is that EVERYTHING I do, EVERYTHING we do has to be backed up by nothing but real facts & have lifelong lessons… Boooooooooooooooooooooo. Who taught you how to enjoy the holidays? It's not just about the "extras" of it all, it's about family. Remembering old memories while creating new ones. It's about love, singing songs that warm the heart & for some, a little libations. Every year growing up grandpa had the Santa suit, and grandma put up 2 trees; a white one in the basement for all of our gifts & a green one in the living room for story time. Now you mean to tell me because you don't want any "confusion" we don't celebrate Christmas???!!!
At that moment 2 big, shining eyes gazed into mine as if to say, "What's going on? Is this a fight?" That's when I realized it wasn't about me anymore. I was so use to being completely enumerated with my old life, that I didn't stop to consider the new life right in front of me. One day there will be questions of who, what, when, where, how and most importantly of why. I won't be able to say, "just because," or "because I said so." It will then be my responsibility to explain, give examples and shed the truth, because even though it's fun and it looks good, that doesn't change the meaning behind it all. A moment of clarity entered my brain when those bright eyes looked up at me & that's when I knew I could not allow history to repeat itself. I will not let the world socialize and define the new life we created.
I can no longer carry on with the idea that our history is not apart of the "norm" but, what I can do is lock the door, light up the room with our smiles and sing a different song. Green and red will still be included in our color scheme… But, from this point on Kinaras it is.
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